Breathe Mutiny
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The Marquis de Sade's health declined severely, but he remained perverse as ever, decorating his dungeon with a story, using feces as ink due to the denial of paper and quill.
Breathe Mutiny
Shackle my hands so I cannot write.
My words will still put up a fight.
If ideas offend you, close the book.
If you seek the truth take a closer look.
Try all you can to put me down.
You will end up looking like the clown.
My verse is the voice and ear to my pain,
metaphors and similes in haunting refrain.
Lock me out the race. Shame and denigrate me.
My thoughts will still breathe mutiny.
3/30/17
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2017
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